My memories of you aren’t real.
They were just dreams playing on the insides of closed lids.
You were the starring role in my twisted fantasy,
But you have no idea I think of you like that.
You never see my hand twitch when your shoulder brushes mine.
You never notice how I always look at you when I am talking, even if we are in a group.
You never notice that I always find an excuse to come see you.
You never notice me.